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Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge

Xiao Hong Mao

I lived as the "scarred ghost" of the Stephens penthouse, a wife kept in the shadows because my facial burns offended my billionaire husband's aesthetic. For years, I endured Kason's coldness and my family's abuse, a submissive puppet who believed she had nowhere else to go. The end came with a blue folder tossed onto my silk sheets. Kason's mistress was back, and he wanted me out by sunset, offering a five-million-dollar "silence fee" to go hide my face in the countryside. The betrayal cut deep when I discovered my father had already traded my divorce for a corporate bailout. My step-sister mocked my "trashy" appearance at a high-end boutique, while the sales staff treated me like a common thief. At home, my father threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving medicine unless I crawled back to Kason to beg for a better deal. I was the girl who took the blame for a fire she didn't start, the wife who worshipped a man who never looked her in the eye, and the daughter used as a human bargaining chip. I was supposed to be broken, penniless, and desperate. But the woman who stood up wasn't the weak Elease Finch anymore; she was Phoenix, a tactical predator with a $500 million secret. I signed the divorce papers without a single tear, walked past my stunned husband, and wiped the Finch family's bank accounts clean with a few taps on my phone. "Your money is dirty," I told Kason with a cold smile. "I prefer clean hands." The cage is open, the hunt has begun, and I'm starting with the people who thought a scar made me weak.

Modern Revenge

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ELSA'S POV:

Putting my suitcase to stop, I glanced up at the mighty white building before me, stunned by its height and beauty and the way it glowed in the afternoon sunlight.

This was the house of Alpha Nathan, the Alpha of the Blood moon Pack.

Disregarding the churning voice in my head, reminding me the reason I was right there at that moment, I let my excitement run wide.

"Gracious good, I have landed myself a goldmine." I chuckled with delight and proceeded to knock on the big gate when it flew open and a Limo was about to be driven out.

The car stopped right beside me and the window of the back seat wined down, revealing a face as handsome as no one's I'd seen before. My jaw dropped at his beauty and I was pretty sure my eyes were about to pop right out of their sockets. I didn't even notice my mouth gaping because holy shit, this guy looked like he belonged in one of those Greek myth paintings or something, except with better muscles, of course, and a body that made any girl weak in the knees, but oh, his hair!

"Who are you!" His deep melodious voice broke me out of my trance and I instantly closed my mouth before stuttering, "E...lsa Welmat, the new maid."

The door flew open and he was out of the car, "I didn't realize my father would employ a beauty as a maid," He smiled, and wow, he could definitely break hearts with that smile alone. It looked so friendly and sincere that I couldn't help smiling back at him, "yes."

He held his hand out towards me, "I'm Ezekiel."

My smile suddenly disappeared when I remembered who he was. In my moment of excitement, I had failed to recognise him at first.

"You're to make sure the Alpha heir falls for you." Mr Graham's voice echoed back in my head.

With a sigh, I forced the smile back on my face, "Alpha Nathan surely makes beautiful babies." I knew if I was going to succeed in my quest the soonest, I needed to put my flirting skills into practice.

"And the new maid surely has a way with words." He smirked and regarded me for a while.

"I have sent words inside, you will be received well and make feel at home." He mumbled and as he was about to get back into the car, a cat ran out from nowhere and I instantly jumped on him, clinging to his neck like my life depended on it.

"The cat is gone now," he said, a hint of amusement dancing in his voice. I quickly released him and adjusted my dress.

I would be damned if I lost my composure and forgot while I was there.

Watching the car drive away, I took a couple of breaths and faced the building again. Walking through the gate, I met a man who led me to my new quarter.

The place smelled of lemon oil and cinnamon, which seemed to make me feel at home instantly. The walls had beautiful floral painted pictures, highlighting the welcoming nature of my new room. The decorator surely did a good job.

"I'll leave you to settle down, Ms Welmat." The man bowed and left.

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